They were attacked by the Fas Kingdom but...

You recall The Great War according to historians. It's not something you know in detail, but it's a big enough war to continue to be talked about by people, even three centuries later. It started with the largest three kingdoms of the era - Fas, Eraevia, and Kanor. The reasoning behind the war that eventually dragged smaller kingdoms is complicated and isn't necessarily important to know either if it's just about the attack on Ylora.

In regards to Ylora and as customary when cities are attacked, there was massive property damage and **** as the city was attempted to be overtaken. It was a **** act by the Fas kingdom in order to cut off the center of supply routes to neighboring allied kingdoms. Of course, while they succeeded in taking it over, it was all for naught.

King Dlorn Fas III shortly disappeared without a trace and with it, many of the ranking generals. To your knowledge, nobody could figure out what happened to the king who attacked. Relaying this knowledge to Seriath, she remains unsurprised.

"I guess it would be a mystery to anyone who isn't a part of my sisters. To say that the Fas king was **** isn't incorrect because he tried making a deal with Kylesa in hopes to turn the tide."

You open your mouth in disbelief. "Wait, you mean...your eldest sister was a part of the Great War?"

"Hardly. She refused Fas' offer and in response, he threatened her."

You raise your eyebrows. "I think I can see where this is going."

Seriath closed her eyes and sighed. "She did not take kindly for her sisters being threatened but thought it would be 'fun'. So, she 'played' along but in truth, she was on nobody's side except her own."

The succubus ends on that note and with it, your surroundings stabilized. The smell of smoke fills your nostrils and with it, screams of men and women enter your ears.

You hold your breath as you tilt your head. Reflecting on the pupils of your eyes, fire blazes at the transformed night sky of the city with smoke billowing from many residential houses and market streets.

An odd sense of dread fills you. Although this is a dream and nothing more than a reconstruction from Seriath's memories, it's perhaps because it's based on reality that it makes it feel real regardless. Still, you try not to let the tortured screams and smell of burning flesh dissuade you. Seriath is showing you this in seriousness and for that, you should equally take what she is showing you the same.

Standing in the middle of an empty street, similar to where you were before but without the much liveliness; only dead bodies on the streets and blood everywhere. The most living you see is ten armed soldiers running at you. Before you could open your mouth, an urge to tell them to slow down, they pass by you without any regard. Of course, you're reminded that this is all still a dream and feel silly to think that harm would come to you.

Seriath hums, amused by your reaction but doesn't say anything. She turns around to look at the soldiers and you do the same, but your breathing slows to a halt as you see four hooded figures that the soldiers were truly aiming after.

The hooded figures had to all be females as they had unnatural busts that stuck out from the middle of their robes, little to none protection behind the hide material. Surrounding them are bodies of other soldiers, most of which had a different emblem indicating that of the invading kingdom. To these figures though, it's clear that they didn't care who they were attacking.

The arriving soldiers maintain their distance, holding out their swords shakily after seeing fallen enemies and allies alike. The small grin flashed from within the darkness of the hood and made one small step to the group.

"Hold your positions!"

A voice roared from behind you, but before you could turn, a larger soldier sped past. You feel a wind breeze slightly brushing through your hair and widen your eyes in surprise. Seriath didn't blink but her gaze softens as she stares ahead.

From a glimpse of the side of his face, you could see its the succubus' father. He sports a small red cape behind him indicating that he's not only a warrior of the defending kingdom but a general too. Already you can imagine even more that Seriath lived a rather cozy life in comparison to most given the sort of income most generals would make as part of the kingdom.

"Let's move closer," Seriath suggests.

You nod, a bit **** because you have a feeling in the pit of your stomach what's going to happen. What's more surprising however is how calm Seriath is by showing such a painful memory. Then again, she's had far more years than any human to come to term with it.

Seriath's father stares firmly without shaking in the face of the four hooded figures. He draws his sword but does not raise it yet. Instead, he calls out to them.

"Men of my own and the enemy...Just who are you?"

One of the hooded figures that stepped forward hums, answering on behalf of everyone. "I suppose just someone taking advantage of the chaos. Don't mind us now."

One of the general's eyes twitch and he slowly smirks. "Don't mind, you say?"

"That is, unless you're hungry like I am..."

Each one of the figures removes their hood revealing horned females. Quickly, all the soldiers behind their general backs away, paling at the sight of beautiful women, one of them being Kylesa who doesn't seem to look that different from how you saw her. The only difference is that there is a fire inside of her eyes.

"S-succubi!"

"We have to run! They'll...they'll..."

Each of the soldiers takes another step back, but the three of the succubus behind Kylesa simply giggles and strolls to them, removing their robes. In that instant, all of the soldiers drop their swords and aren't able to move. Before long, each soldier has a succubus that kisses them, making them lose any will to fight or run away.

Only Seriath's father and Kylesa remain still, watching each other. You raise your eyes, impressed by the willpower of the father but perhaps you shouldn't be surprised. There's experience behind his eyes that you couldn't hope to match in this era. Back then during the war, it's obvious that there would be stronger men to rise through the rank than in times of peace.

"Impressive," Kylesa praises and proceeds to drop her robe as well. Unlike some of her sisters, Kylsea wears nothing else and she is content to feel the warmth of the burning homes touching her skin. Her chest, just as big as you remember it before, jiggles slightly as she takes one step back in preparation of the man's attack.

You stare intently, gulping but otherwise feel able to remain calm. However, if you were to face her again, it makes you doubt further whether you'll be able to remain firm just as Seriath's father did.

The general doesn't even blink as his men become prisoners of lust, their armor being stripped by the giggling sisters behind him. He only grimaces towards Kylesa and you figure that as soon as the enemies revealed themselves to be succubi, his men were already dead.

"Tell me, warrior," Kylesa raises a hand, "...What is your name?"

Seriath's father hesitates before the grip on his hilt tightens. "Pev."

"Pev? You are the first person I've encountered in a long time not to swayed by appearances. Your willpower is truly astounding and for that, I think I'm feeling a little wet! I haven't felt this way in a long time."

You see that she is indeed dripping between her legs, though not as much as you've seen Seriath. You suppose that making her wet at all means something great for a succubus as evolved as herself.

Pev readies his sword and surprisingly, it's not a greatsword or something massive that normally built men would come to use. Like any other soldier, he carries a longsword, a balance between sturdiness and weight. He wields it with one hand and keeps his free arm close to his body.

"Your name, succubus?" Pev asks, his eyes hardening.

"Kylesa," she answers, tilting her head proudly, "...Fight to your heart's content but know that after your defeat, I'll grant you a wish for your courage and the provide the greatest pleasure you'll ever receive."

Pev clenches his teeth, "A cocky succubus too, huh? How wonderful..."

Pev whispers something quick and in his body glows just for a bit. An enchantment is no doubt incited and Kylesa allows for the warrior all the time to prepare with a patient smile. She opens her arms wide and narrows her eyes.

"Come."

The ground cracks as Pev pushes forward, saving his breath until he is able to properly release for his first attack. You open your mouth in awe, amazed to see such control of his breathing and compose with such a dire situation folding in front of him.

Despite that, Pev swings to the side and Kylesa shifts her body and hops back, enough to dodge the longsword swipe across her stomach. Of course, Pev keeps the offensive and twists, jumping slightly to deliver a slice across her chest. Even with her large protruding chest though, she dodges out of the way and keeps her own assets safe.

The movements of each are fast and its likely only due to this being a dream-like recreation of the battle that you can comprehend the movements. Seriath watches the battle just as intently as you, but the pain in her eyes increases as she knows what is to come better than anyone.

Between dodges and light pushbacks between the succubus and general, the rest of the sisters howl into the night sky as they move their hips against the now-crazed soldiers who scream in horror and pleasure. One begins laughing hysterically, his mouth drooling with saliva like a river.

Seriath waves her hand and then the sisters and the lesser soldiers disappear in a haze. You don't question the action as it has become nothing but a distraction to the real struggle between her father and her higher sister.

It becomes clear that Kylesa is doing nothing more than playing with the general and as a result, her lower half leaks all over the ground. Her breath becomes short, not due to fatigue but overexcitement at how much the man is able to keep up with her.

Seriath closes her eyes. "It's over."

As she says that, Pev gets in real close and tries to get in a stun, using his free hand to land a blow against the succubus' stomach. He makes contact to your surprise and the succubus is pushed back, but she recovers easily by keeping herself on her feet. Despite that, Pev can only keep up the offensive as the succubus has at least dropped her guard for a moment.

It was just a feint though. Kylesa's hands snap up without warning and with both hands, she stops the incoming sword to her neckline. She doesn't waste time to tilt and break the sword in half with ease. Somehow expecting it to not be that easy, Pev gives a humorless snort and backs away while throwing his broken sword to the ground.

"Are you done playing?" Pev growls, unarmed now.

Kylesa cocks her head and hums. "I suppose so. Tell me...have you fought with a succubus before?"

Pev frowns. "No, but I'm willing to guess you're not average."

Kylesa chuckles. "Then, you're more impressive then. I commend you and now...I want you."

The succubus dashes forward and bracing himself, he holds up his armored hand. Yet, no protection can stop the succubus as she straightens her hand and breaks between the general's armored arms. Shattering like glass, her fingers touch against his metal plate and she whispers her own incantation.

Pev's armor begins to crack and slowly falls apart. Yet, he doesn't show any concern about his disappearing protection. He gives a dry smile and closes his eyes. It's as if he had a feeling his efforts would be futile.

"I do have one wish, Kylesa," he speaks softly.

Kylesa pulls back her hand and standing before the larger man, she waits while the armor falls like sand in an hourglass.

"If you wish to live, then I promise that no succubus will ever harm you. Meeting you has made this act more than worth it. I wouldn't mind even making a contract with you! Tell me...what do you want?"

The last pieces of his armor are gone and with it, the only thing showing is his underwear and a throbbing bulge. Perhaps he knew he was at a disadvantage the moment his body reacted not to mention the powerful aura that surrounds the monster woman.

He chuckles sadly then to your surprise and shakes his head. To be offered a contract by such a strong demon should have been the best choice, right?

"He's...a fool."

Looking at Seriath, you see a single stream of tear on her face. Even after three-hundred-years, she still cries for her father.

"Seriath-"

"Please, just watch," she cuts you off, taking a deep breath.

You shut your mouth, then continue watching the scene.

"Today, my wife just died trying to protect my daughter. Even if I made a contract with you, it would be dishonoring her memory and betraying my kingdom. I...cannot do that."

Kylesa smirks and draws her fingers gently across his chest. "So, you are saying you wish to live?"

Pev grunts, his body feeling paralyzed by her touch. "If...if only to protect my daughter, then yes."

Kylesa hums and cocks her head. "What is your daughter's name?"

The warrior keeps his lips sealed and as expected, he refuses to tell any more about his daughter or her whereabouts. His silence is admirable to the succubus.

"Then how about this, warrior - Contract with me and I will protect your daughter, raise her to become stronger than you can imagine! Are you certain you can protect her and be there for her alone when your life is already weakening?"

'Life is...weakening?' you think, confused.

Pev snorts and laughs weakly. "So even you can tell, huh?"

"Of course!" Kylesa answers, her eyes twinkling, "...while you are strong-willed, it's only a matter of time, isn't it? I can feel the way your heart is beating. Perhaps you've already made peace with yourself."

"My father had an ailment that only Kylesa told me much later. His heart wasn't beating normally," Seriath explains, knowing what you're thinking.

You look on, surprised but you wonder why would Kylesa offer to contract with a dying man if that's the case. Is it truly because he was able to make her feel excited after a long time?

"Let us join together, Pev...so that your daughter can survive in this war-torn world. Even though your body may fail you, I give you my word that your spirit will remain."

"I..."

He shakes, a small tear dropping from his eyes. He gives a sad smile. "How can I trust you?"

"The question should be whether there is anyone else you can trust. You should answer soon because this city will fall to the Fas. I am no ally to him as you saw, but I can be an ally for you and your daughter. Do you accept or do you wish to try as you are alone?"

Pev takes a deep breath. He looks around and presumably, sees all the dead men and women, particularly one girl on the ground, held by her mother after they both were stabbed by a Fas soldier.

"I...accept."

You knit your brows. "This is...or was a good thing, right?"

"Depends," Seriath answers, curling her lips, "...I owe to Kylesa for raising me for the rest of my life, but..."

The succubus doesn't finish but it's easy to figure out that there's a catch to this deal. Refocusing your attention at the greater succubus and general, you watch as Kylesa seals the deal with a kiss, leaning forward to meet the taller man's lips.

Pev's cock begins leaking **** amount of pre-cum through his underwear as soon as saliva is exchanged. His head wobbles a bit and he grunts, trying to keep focused. You figure things would be similar to how Seriath contracted with you, but it quickly becomes apparent that a contract with a greater succubus is much different.

Kylesa rips off the last remaining cloth barely covering his crotch, then hops onto the man. Positioning his cock behind her while wrapping her legs around the man's hips, she doesn't waste any time to let it penetrate her. Before she could moan, she smashes her lips once more against the general, letting her voice resound into the man's cavity.

The ground beneath them poured with juices between them and you watch, your own cock aching a the sight.

Pev regains some control of his body and supports the succubus by holding her bottom and squeezing, now thrusting on his own accord. He lets out some tears and as soon as Kylesa breaks away with an ecstatic gasp, you hear him whisper.

"I'm sorry, Ellie...Nai..."

"Your love will become my love, master. Embrace me completely now and your life will be protected within me!"

Pev grunts out loudly and then you notice something strange about his thrusts. You blink a few times but realize it's not your eyes when you see the father's hands disappearing into the succubus' bottom flesh. Further, Kylesa's legs have about disappeared into the larger man's muscular thighs.

You can't stop staring now even if you want to. A heavyweight beats down at your chest and you feel the need to warn him, but your mind catches up as Seriath places a comforting hand on your back - A reminder that this is a fate that cannot be changed anymore.

Although it isn't at first apparent who is sinking into who, a few seconds of Pev slowly shrinking changes that. His head is grasped by the succubus' hands and she pulls him into her bosom. There's no indication of him pulling away or even realizing what's happening as the succubus consumes him in a way that you would have never thought possible.

Kylesa's eyes roll back as she lurches forward and groans. There isn't a sign of Pev's cock twitching inside of the succubus' flesh as it too becomes buried. Eventually, there isn't a sign of Pev's muscular legs as it simply downsizes into Kylesa's thin and smooth legs. In fact, there's hardly a sign of Pev except for a bulge of his back that is slowly receding into her front. She rubs it soothingly as she regains some composure after the pleasure of consuming the general whole.

After it all seems to be done, Kylesa's lower half drips crazily. She lets out a soft moan and stretches, letting out a crack of her neck in the process. She stares at her form, the same as it was before and smiles warmly.

"Pev...my new master. We are now one and the same. My beating heart will be yours until my own ****. Now, show me to your daughter..."

An eerie silence remains as she pauses for a few seconds, then smiles as she whispers to herself. "I see."

She turns her head away to her other sisters who would have finished with the lesser soldiers. "Go to the West and seek out a red-haired girl, my sisters. Bring her to us and treat her as if she's your own."

With her pussy still dripping, she moves towards your direction. You freeze, unable to maintain your focus on her until she passes you. With that, she disappears just like the rest of her sisters by Seriath's will.

With only the silence of the ruined city streets, you let out a shaky sigh and feel your knees weaken. You don't look at Seriath.

"Is...this what you wanted to show me to help me prepare? How that elder sister ate your father?!"

Seriath lowers her gaze. "It's the only thing I possess that Kylesa granted me which shows the last of my father's physical presence and displays the difference between her and lesser succubus."

You shake further, unable to accept this. "What I don't understand is...how could you be okay with this?! That man was your father, was he not!?"

"He was...and still is. I love him, but I cannot change the fact of what happened and the shift in responsibility. It wasn't like I didn't hate Kylesa, but when I transformed into one of them and had years to process his joining with my elder sister, I sometimes wonder if that was the best choice. I saw the signs of his deterioration when I was young but didn't understand until I grew older. I've seen the resulting **** and struggles of everyone who I knew in the city and...many of them perished if not later on."

You narrow your eyes, disappointed. "So you accepted the status quo."

Seriath hums, not denying that. "I'm not human anymore, master. I had to accept something. Given how Kylesa raised me for so long, I couldn't hate her forever! That said, I don't believe my father is dead."

You finally turn around and stare at the succubus' face in disbelief. According to what you saw, he seemed pretty dead or nonexistent.

Yet, while the succubus' eyes are pained, her lips express a small hope. "Kylesa has...many masters which is only possible by her own power. Unlike the rest of my sisters, she evolved into a being that now could consume the soul and body. She released anyone she enslaved as a lesser succubus and only gave herself to those she deemed worthy. I believe my father is alive in some form within her because she goes into a deep slumber in order to satisfy him and the others."

You furrow your brows. "How do you know for sure?"

Seriath closes her eyes. "Because I still feel a sense of him within Kylesa. It's hard to explain but when she speaks, it sometimes feels like my father is speaking directly to me. Of course, I want to see him in person, even within Kylesa's mental landscape, but it's difficult to invade another succubus' mind, especially one as walled off as hers."

You curl your lips. "Can't you just ask her?"

Seriath chuckles sadly and shakes her head. "I did, but...I couldn't get through to her mind, even while she was willing to let me in. The only hope to see my father was to grow stronger and so in the meantime, I can only trust that my father isn't just...gone. I suppose it helps to know that the people you enslave are locked into your own mindscape, so I had reason to believe her just by being a succubus."

You take a deep breath, feeling frustrated with how a good man and exceptional warrior, better than you, could abandon her daughter like that for the protection of a greater succubus.

However, you **** yourself to rethink knowing it's not your place to judge. You had no sense of how bad it was during the Great War and Seriath has clear belief that she'll see her father in the future. Putting your hands to your hips and looking down, you sigh again.

"I'm...sorry, Seriath. It's not my place to judge or question how you currently feel. All I can say is that your father is exceptional."

Seriath smiles lightly, then leans closer to you. Slowly, the surroundings fade into nothing but white void.

"It makes me happy to hear that, master but I don't want you to pity me. Now that you are aware of Kylesa, we need to do our best to prepare."

You frown. "How? I'm not even sure if I can stand in her presence a second time."

Seriath giggles. "Recovering now will make you sturdier, trust me, but that will do nothing if she tries to mess with you directly."

"Even worse."

The succubus raises a finger. "But, I have a plan...one that will help us both!"